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In order to hide the odor and prevent the corpse water from flowing by the way, the militia-soldiers of Kotweimel village sprinkled a lot of charcoal around the body bag, enough for Lumeng’s family to burn it for a year.But this method is probably okay to deal with one or two dead people, and dealing with 22 corpses in three rows can only be said to be better than nothing.

The corpse smelled so bad that it almost dyed the air yellow-green.It may be because of fear of bad luck. No local residents approached the square. Apart from a militia-soldier carrying a hand cannon on the side of the corpse, there were only the doctor hired by the council and his two assistants.

The doctor's name was Masson Messier, someone little Albert knew.He remembered that when he drove to a big fair the year before last, his father was scalded to his mouth by the grilled fish skewers, which was the medicine given by Doctor Messier.This life has a horse face, not very good-looking, but the eyes are very friendly, the ginger goatee is also very fun, and more importantly, kind to the children.On the day of the treatment, he casually grabbed a lot of fried chestnuts for little Albert, which caused Lumen and his son to thank him again and again.

But this is a long time ago.The goatee and green eyes of the village doctor were tightly hidden by the heavy clothing, and the delicious fried chestnuts were gone.Today's Masson Messier has a bigger shelf than the poor tax collectors who entered the village office, but he saw him sitting lazily behind a pine table, using a wide-brimmed hat, beak mask, robe, cloak, gloves, and boots to put himself The cover was so tight that he had already seen the car in Noblewa Village, but he didn't even bother to say hello.

"Stop the car." As the wooden mask concealed it, the village doctor seemed to be angry with every word.His attitude was very indifferent. He didn't look at the petition team with a straight eye at all. He just ordered his assistants in business:

"Let them unload the goods by themselves. Then register the names. One is not allowed to miss. Don't chase your butt to make up the sign like last time. Okay, don't nod and bow, finish it earlier, and show it to me earlier."

The two assistants, dressed in robes and covered in towels, immediately stood up from the bench.Both of them are not tall, but they are born with big waists and round limbs, and their arms are as thin as Albert's waist. Even the 6-foot-tall Isabella can be held down.

This is a matter of course.The doctor is not a hairdresser. In addition to bloodletting with a knife, he also has to amputate his limbs with a big saw and burn hemorrhoids with a soldering iron.When performing this type of surgery, the assistant must control the patient. If they are allowed to struggle, they do not know how many lives will be involved.

Doing this kind of work is not much different from slaughtering animals.The blood has been dripping throughout the year, and it must have given the two assistants a lot of insight. Their spirits naturally rose with the tide. The petition team from the small village is basically troublesome for them, and there is no value in politeness.

"You all heard it!" The assistant on the belt on the left yelled fiercely while approaching the carriage unceremoniously. The big wooden stick banged the board:

"Get out of the car and move the goods into the charcoal ring by yourself. Remember to line up your head and feet together in a vertical row. When the work is done, go there and register quickly. You must be articulate. We don't care if you misspell a word!"

This attitude is like driving an animal, even the little Albert can't stand it, let alone other people."This—this doctor," François forced himself to calm down, and deliberately straightened the bird's beak mask:

"We have something very important and we must report it to the council. Could you please help me, let us meet the owner or a certain elder. In the name of the above, I must thank you!"

The genuine doctor behind the wooden table shook his head again and again after hearing this, and a single herb stuck in the hole in the bird's beak was shaken out.The other assistant holding a quill pen was more straightforward than the master, but saw him raise the nib soaked in ink and laughed at the "blue finger" on the spot:

"Haha, hahahaha! You gang of Zac (hillies), how come everyone, haha, how everyone, are these lines? Did you discuss it? Tell me, did you discuss it in advance?"

François didn't know how to answer, and could only stand in place with his mouth open.He used the pretending outfit, and then all his halo faded, becoming dirty, old and unfit:

The mask lacks maintenance, the wooden beak is cracked everywhere, and it has faded from brown to bone white; the stitches on the tunic gown are more eye-catching than a group of caterpillars, and the large patches on the gloves add up to more than the intact fabric The area is large, inside and outside, there is a shabby atmosphere...

Fortunately, Lao Yanghu quickly walked over and helped him out."Dear doctor. After such a big event, can you stop laughing at others?" Lucien put his straw hat on his chest, first saluted the doctor according to the rules, and then raised his chest and said to the quill assistant without arrogance:

"We did find an important situation. In the woods, in addition to the corpse in the village of Noblewa, we also found the weapons left by the murderer. That was definitely not made by mortals! The threat has come to us, and it is still an extremely terrifying threat. This matter must be reported to the council immediately."

The quill assistant shrugged and tucked the yellow roll of paper into his belt.His belt-bound colleague stepped forward aggressively, his brown linen robe surging.

"Have you finished?" The belt assistant looked fierce and threatening:

"After you finish, I will ask. Everyone of Nobleva, have you found a membrane-winged feather arrow? There are also hand axes made of insect carapace? At the murder scene, are there many wide and long? , Although it looks like a human, but the footprints of the long claws in front of the toes?"

"Ah—this—" Lucien kneaded his straw hat, his eyes became erratic:

"That kind of arrow does exist. Hand axe, footprints or something, we are--"

"In other words." Masson Messier, who was heavily protected, finally opened Chrysostom.He stood up, the silver-gray cloak made of wool, gleaming brightly by the sunlight:

"You haven't discovered anything new. You don't even know as much about this incident as we are. Is that right?"

"Weapon—we'll talk about weapons." The old sheepherd tightly pinched the brim of his hat, still struggling unwillingly:

"When we go back, we will search the forest again. We will definitely find axe, footprints and so on. But we also found other signs, more important signs. Doctor, please allow us to open the sacks. The shape of the body is too terrifying. We suspect it is—"

"——Suspected it is a plague." The village doctor stuffed the pill back into the opening of the mask, and the words showed deep exhaustion: